When I remember my wife as my girlfriend

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Ling is my wife; we dated for three years before getting married. She's quiet, gentle, shy, and reserved, with a soft voice and a delicate, sweet demeanor. She's the kind of woman you instantly want to cherish and protect.

When we first met, she was still in school, and her family was very strict. Her parents were traditional and conservative, strongly opposed to and rejected the ideas of young people today, and couldn't accept the current trends. So our relationship had to be kept secret.

This made our relationship very difficult. Her parents didn't allow her to go out freely, and they would interrogate her about any phone calls from boys. After a few times, I didn't dare to call her home casually either.

Her parents would ask her about her every night, and if she hesitated even slightly, it would make things even more difficult for her.

This made us cherish our time together all the more. We always had endless things to say, endless longing, and deep affection, but opportunities to enjoy intimacy were few and far between.

At that time, I was already working, but the company's dormitory was not enough, so I had to share a room with a colleague, without any space to be alone.

As for renting a hotel, it was too much of a financial burden for me.

So we could only find secluded places to make love.

But my girlfriend was always very nervous, urging me every time, which was very disappointing.

After waiting for a week, it was finally time to meet my girlfriend again.

We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and I wanted to hug and hold her.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon.

I waited for her behind her building.

Because I had been to her house once before, her parents recognized what I looked like.

My girlfriend was worried that her parents would be suspicious if they saw me.

After meeting my girlfriend, she told me apologetically that her parents had changed their minds and wouldn't allow her to go out no matter how much she tried to please them.

I was very frustrated; I had been looking forward to this day for so long.

I pleaded, "Ling, go and talk to your parents again."

My girlfriend hesitated, "I've already told my parents. I'm afraid they'll be suspicious, and it will be difficult for me to see you in the future."

I knew that my girlfriend's parents were very suspicious.

But I couldn't miss this rare opportunity to ease my longing.

So, with a pained expression, I said, "Ling, I miss you so much."

My girlfriend, unable to resist my pleading ,

suddenly had a brilliant idea: "How about we go to my house?" I immediately deflated. Last time I went to her house, her mother interrogated me like a criminal, constantly trying to extract information.

We didn't dare to make even the slightest move to be intimate.

Her father was serious and rarely smiled; even speaking to him was nerve-wracking.

I simply didn't have the courage to talk to him.

"But! Mom and Dad are home,"

my girlfriend said slyly. "I mean, you can sneak into my room. My parents go to bed early."

My girlfriend's house was a four-story building; her room was on the fourth floor, and her parents' room was on the third. My girlfriend's house

made me eager to go.

But I still had concerns: "What if we get caught?" My girlfriend encouraged me, "Don't worry, my dad is watching TV in the living room, and my mom is cooking in the kitchen."

I said irritably, "If Dad's in the living room, how can I get into your room?"

Her house was on the second floor, and the stairs were designed into the living room; you had to go through the living room to get in.

My girlfriend reassured me, "Don't worry, my dad's a TV addict. It's his favorite show right now. Even if the sky were to fall, his eyes wouldn't leave the TV."

Halfway up the stairs, she stopped me so she could scout ahead.

She came out of the living room and gestured to me.

I tiptoed up to the second floor.

Her living room was spacious, with the TV cabinet against the south wall.

The cabinet had two doors, used to store wine and tea sets.

The doors were shiny, like mirrors.

The sofa, about 5 meters from the TV, was semi-circular, with a backrest about a meter high, leaving a passageway behind it.

Behind it were steps leading to a glass partition in the dining room.

The kitchen was inside the dining room.

Crawling through the passageway wasn't too risky of being discovered.

The most dangerous part was the stairs.

It was a 45-degree bend.

The wooden railing was only 8 centimeters high, and the gaps between the bars didn't obstruct the view.

If my girlfriend's father turned around, I'd be exposed; even if he didn't, the angle of the stairs could be seen through the mirror on the left side of the TV cabinet.

I slowly crawled behind the sofa, my girlfriend beside me providing cover while also observing her father's reaction.

A war movie was playing on TV, and the occasional loud explosions and shouts of battle made my heart race as I moved slowly.

Reaching the most dangerous spot, the stairs, my girlfriend quietly instructed me, "Ming! I'll shield you, don't move."

We pressed our hands together, feet to feet,

bodies pressed tightly together.

My girlfriend's height only reached my eyes; her slender frame couldn't completely hide me, but thankfully her clothes were loose today, and pulling them up slightly covered me. However,

my height made things more difficult, so my girlfriend let her hair down, and I lowered my head.

After adjusting, we remained pressed together, sideways, my girlfriend on the outside and me on the inside, as we climbed the stairs.

My girlfriend's breathing was slightly rapid due to nervousness, and because my head was lowered, her breath touched my face.

Soft and warm, it felt like she was soothing my face.

Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing.

Feeling the movement from her breasts,

I had an inappropriate reaction.

My girlfriend sensed my change and whispered, "Ming! Just bear with it until tonight..." I saw her face turn bright red.

My heart skipped a beat.

I stuck out my tongue and tapped her nose.

My nervous girlfriend didn't respond. I was about to touch her nose

when suddenly, a series of footsteps came from upstairs! A rhythmic thud!

We were instantly terrified.

Forgetting about being discovered by her father,

we rushed downstairs.

Luckily, the TV was loud, and it was the climax of a war drama,

masking our footsteps.

I panicked, completely at a loss.

My girlfriend quickly said, "Quick! Go to the kitchen."

Without thinking, I ducked into the kitchen.

It turned out to be her mother coming downstairs. Her mother saw her and said, "Ah Ling! Where have you been for dinner? Huh! Your hair is all messed up, and your clothes are a mess."

My girlfriend forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing!" Her mother obviously didn't think much of it or ask any further questions.

"You're getting more and more frivolous, you're not trustworthy at all. Let's eat."

Seeing her mother about to go into the kitchen, the girlfriend quickly stopped her, "Mom! Please sit down.

I'll serve you the food!" Her mother said curiously, "It's already set out.

" The girlfriend said, "Mom! Don't bother, I'll serve you the food."

"No need," her mother said. "You're so clumsy, you'll just break my bowl again.

" With that, her mother went into the kitchen.

Her girlfriend followed closely behind, muttering, "Mom! He's...he's..."

She entered the kitchen and saw a large oval table with several dishes laid out.

The tablecloth almost touched the floor. The refrigerator was in the corner, but no one was there.

Her girlfriend suddenly relaxed.

Her mother looked at the chair that had been moved

and said疑惑地, "Huh! The chair was just placed there, why is it crooked?" My

girlfriend suddenly realized what was happening.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her expression becoming more natural.

Hiding under the table, I didn't dare breathe.

Although the tablecloth concealed me, as long as it wasn't lifted, no one could see me.

But I was still terrified.

The table was about a meter high. My girlfriend's family of three sat down, each wearing sandals in a different color—blue, red, and gray—on either side. The blue sandals belonged to my girlfriend, the red ones to her mother,

and the gray ones to her father.

I moved to my girlfriend

's feet and tugged at her pants. My girlfriend pretended to be calm, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

Suddenly, the chopsticks slipped.

Thud! They fell off the table.

My girlfriend's mother scolded, "This girl, so careless! Go wash them!" My girlfriend agreed, pretending to sit down to find chopsticks while crawling under the table.

We looked at each other, but neither dared to speak. I pointed to my mouth and then to my stomach.

We had planned to have a couple's set meal together, but we hadn't eaten lunch. Who knew things would turn out like this? I hadn't felt it before because I was nervous, but now, smelling the aroma of food, I was

starving .

My girlfriend, as if by telepathy, took out a chicken leg, waved it in front of us, and then handed it to me, which touched me deeply.

Just as I was about to take it, she withdrew her hand.

She pointed to my hand, and I realized that my hands were very dirty from crawling on the floor.

I felt embarrassed.

My girlfriend held it to my mouth and gestured for me to eat quickly.

I didn't care about anything else and took a big bite.

But the chicken leg was still hot, burning me. I was gesturing wildly, but dared not utter a sound.

I swallowed it down.

My girlfriend stuck out her tongue, apologizing to me.

She brought the chicken leg to her mouth, blew on it repeatedly, then sucked on it with her red lips, licking it playfully with her little tongue. Her bright red lips, contrasting with the oily yellow chicken leg, sparked my imagination. My girlfriend seemed to feel it wasn't so hot anymore, and then she brought it back to me.

I was overcome with passion, thinking how tempting it would be if my girlfriend were to caress my precious chicken with those little mouths.

Lust made me temporarily forget about time, passionately kissing the chicken leg, holding my girlfriend's hand, sucking on it, imagining her saliva still clinging to it, as if I were kissing her lips.

My girlfriend blushed.

Obviously, she had thought of it too.

She whispered in my ear, "Are you trying to kill me? Hurry up and eat, what are you dawdling for?"

I was momentarily blinded by lust and whispered, "Ling! I want you to feed me with your mouth." My

girlfriend's ears turned even redder.

"Ah Ling!" "Why are you taking so long to find chopsticks? If you can't find them, just forget it."

The two of them jumped in surprise; the object they had just raised vanished instantly. I then realized this wasn't my own home, nor a secluded hiding place, but under the dining table where my girlfriend's parents could discover me at any moment.

My girlfriend quickly composed herself and returned to her seat. Her mother asked, "Ah Ling! Why is your face so red? You were fine just now."

My girlfriend stammered, "Mom, it's nothing, just a little hot!" I was still feeling both scared and excited from what had just happened.

After my girlfriend's parents finished eating, my girlfriend, worried that I would be discovered when her mother cleared the dishes, made an excuse that she wasn't full and told her mother she would clean up.

Her mother cleared a few dishes and went into the kitchen behind the dining room to wash them.

My girlfriend told me to peek out, and I knelt on all fours in front of her, only my head sticking out, higher than her knees.

This way, if anyone came, I could easily hide inside.

My girlfriend could also easily cover me.

My girlfriend was nervous . She looked around, but her hands kept feeding me.

At first, we were quite well-behaved.

Everything was fine, so we started playing around. First, my girlfriend teased me, making me eat nothing.

She then raised the chopsticks to her chest.

Not to be outdone, I sprang up, pouncing like a hungry tiger, but my girlfriend alertly raised her chopsticks.

My posture changed to leaning forward, legs stretched out, hands on my girlfriend's thighs, my face directly facing her breasts.

My girlfriend chuckled triumphantly, her waist swaying, her breasts bouncing forward like rabbits.

Looking at my girlfriend's breasts… Like surging waves, my desire surged. Despite her clothes and bra, I fiercely took one into my mouth.

*Mmm!* My girlfriend let out a muffled groan, her raised arm falling limply to the floor, chopsticks and food clattering to the floor.

Her breasts were her sustenance; every time I touched them, her body would go limp. She

didn't even care that the falling chopsticks would attract her mother's attention.

I, on the other hand, was startled; I was truly terrified today.

Listening closely, I heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen, and inwardly cried out, "Thank goodness!"

My mouth didn't stop, gently biting the breast, using one hand to support myself on her thigh, freeing the other to grasp her other breast.

Even through the clothes, I could still feel the fullness and elasticity of her mature breast.

My girlfriend leaned back,

eyes half-open,

breathing rapidly, her hands flailing erratically.

I knew she was aroused,

completely oblivious to her surroundings.

But I hadn't lost my senses. With this expression, she was bound to be discovered. I needed to warn her, so I released her mouth and hand.

I softly whispered, "Ring!" "Go tidy up quickly."

My girlfriend also realized what was happening.

"I'll go change, wait for me."

There was a clear wet patch on the left breast of her clothes, and her right breast was wrinkled.

My girlfriend quickly changed her clothes.

It was a loose white shirt.

My girlfriend returned to her seat and said in a sweet voice, "Ming, don't move around, just

eat your food." I had

no appetite. I wasn't in a bad mood at first.

But my girlfriend's emphasis aroused my desire again.

Looking at her breasts, when my girlfriend leaned forward to pick up food, her breasts were suddenly visible through her shirt, and when she pulled back, they were hidden in the loose clothes, sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, almost bursting out.

I leaned in to suckle, but my girlfriend stopped me with her hand. "You'll get your clothes wet."

As she spoke, she unbuttoned two buttons, and the neckline opened wide, revealing a pair of white and tender breasts with rosy nipples, which bounced out of her clothes

as if they couldn't wait.

My girlfriend's breasts weren't exaggerated, but they were incredibly tender, with nipples as large as grapes, so full they seemed ready to drip with moisture.

Looking at her still trembling breasts, I said in a trembling voice, "Wear your bra!" My girlfriend replied shyly, "I took it off in the room earlier."

My blood boiled.

My girlfriend... she wasn't wearing a bra.

No wonder her breasts were bouncing so wildly.

I took one of the lively, bouncy nipples into my mouth, kissing it gently, while my other hand grasped her other breast, kneading, stroking, and pinching.

My girlfriend, breathing softly, unbuttoned the remaining buttons and opened her clothes, blocking the view that might come from behind her father.

She put her hands around my head, pressing it down under the table, then placed her hands on the table, bending over until her chin almost touched it.

This way, even if her mother came out of the kitchen, she definitely wouldn't see what was below.

This gave me the confidence to do as I pleased. I unbuttoned my girlfriend's pants and slowly pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her fair thighs and sparse, curved, slightly yellowish triangular pubic hair.

Roughly prying open my pants, I revealed tender flesh, its rhythmic opening and closing in sync with my girlfriend's breathing.

The intense visual stimulation made me want to thrust inside, but I had to maintain this position, so I told my girlfriend my thoughts.

I took off my pants, let my penis out, and gestured for her to stand up. Then I lifted my leg and passed it under her feet in two separate motions, parting the chair and shifting my body so that half of me was on the stool.

Then I leaned back and fell under the table, supporting myself with my hands ,

like bending over.

My girlfriend cooperated by straightening my erect penis, aiming it at her opening, and slowly inserting it.

My girlfriend's opening was deep, difficult to penetrate fully, and very thick and moist, with strong contractions.

As soon as I entered, I was in a daze.

The gripping force was so intense even without moving.

My girlfriend took a deep breath, clearly quite aroused.

She first opened her clothes,

pulling them down to cover my lower body.

Then she lay face down on the table.

Basically, unless my girlfriend's mother was near the table, it was difficult to be discovered.

I didn't exert any force; my girlfriend kept her upper body still, using her waist to move up and down. It started slowly, then the pace quickened.

We felt increasingly excited, our movements becoming more and more exaggerated, even causing the table to shake.

Suddenly, my girlfriend stopped.

Her body froze, and I could sense her tension.

Had her mother arrived?

"Ah Ling! Haven't you finished eating? Why are you changing clothes?"

My girlfriend, trying to appear calm, picked up her bowl. "Not yet! It's hot! So hot!"

To her mother, my girlfriend was just eating while hunched over the table.

Aside from a slightly flustered expression,

there seemed to be nothing unusual.

Her mother said, "Ah Ling, what's wrong with your appetite today? You're eating more than two people combined! Weren't you trying to lose weight?" My girlfriend mumbled, "I! I don't know." Her mother said,

"Ah Ling, there's no food left, why are you still holding it?" It turned out that in her haste, my girlfriend had forgotten that the food was all gone.

My girlfriend panicked, "I was just about to get more food!" Her mother said, "There's no more food today! If you're still hungry, there are sausages in the fridge."

My girlfriend's face turned red, clearly thinking about the thing she was holding down there.

She quickly said, "No need. "

My girlfriend's mother said, "Oh! Then you'll have to clean up."

Afraid her mother would come over, my girlfriend struggled to hand her mother the bowls and chopsticks, her body pressed tightly against the table.

But to clear the bowls and chopsticks further away, she shifted over.

Suddenly, something stuck inside her pierced her arm, and she let out a muffled groan, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Never mind, never mind, I'll clean it myself! Look at you, you're sweating buckets,"

my girlfriend's mother said with concern.

My girlfriend gasped, "No! It's okay! I'm fine."

She struggled to hand over the remaining bowls and chopsticks, and I swayed from side to side with her.

Each time, I hit the wall of flesh she usually couldn't reach.

The swaying made me spin like an axis.

Combined with my girlfriend's tension, the contractions were doubled, that multiplied writhing sensation made the pleasure several times greater than usual, and at the most crucial moment, I was about to ejaculate.

My girlfriend's mother was clearing the bowls and chopsticks on the table, the clanging and clattering sound carrying the weight of the dishes.

My girlfriend sensed the change, wrapped her arms around the table, buried her head, and finally, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

My girlfriend covered her mouth with her arm, making a few muffled sounds.

Her mother, thinking she was sick, gave her a few instructions and then went to the kitchen.

The experience wasn't quite satisfying, so we went to my girlfriend's room and finally had a truly enjoyable time together.

But thinking back on it now, I still feel a lingering fear, and I've never had the courage to experience that kind of thrill again.

[The End]

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